Footprints

Wunderlust is something I caught as a child. My father had a job that required him to travel quite a bit. After dropping him off at the airport, my mother would park the car so that we could watch the planes land and take off. On one of those occasions I remember thinking to myself that there must be something very exciting out there if so many planes were leaving the airport. In the instant that followed, and perhaps with an uncanny sense of self knowledge, I absolutely knew that I was a wanderer.

I thought it would be fun to see - in map form - the places where I have lived, and to where I have travelled.